"Mr. Morris?" they chorused in utter shock, uncertainty lacing their voices as they watched Zane approach them from the wreckage window where he had just broken in.
Zane's eyes blazed with fury, his jaw clenched, and his fists tightened. His broad shoulders squared, radiating intensity. He strode towards them, each step deliberate and menacing.
Valentino and Erica exchanged terrified glances. Zane's calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by a fierce protector.
"What the fuck did you do to her?" Zane growled, his low voice vibrating with rage. His moist-outraged eyes locked onto Anastasia, and his face twisted in anguish before he glanced away.
Erica cowered behind the couch. "She...they were shy to be intimate, and I helped."
Valentino stuttered, "Anastasia's my girlfriend. We're just having fun. Please leave."
"Fun?" Zane's voice sliced through the air, his eyes blazing with fury, piercing Valentino and Erica like daggers. "To rape her?"
